"Are you sure about this, Liam?" a gruff voice asked, cutting through the dimly lit cavern. The air was thick with tension, the flickering torchlight casting ominous shadows on the jagged stone walls.
Liam stood at the center of the room, his sharp features illuminated by the orange glow. His piercing eyes scanned the group of rogues gathered before him, their faces a mix of eagerness and uncertainty.
"Of course, I'm sure," Liam replied smoothly, his voice steady but commanding. "This ritual will give us power beyond anything the packs have ever known. No more hiding in the shadows. No more being hunted like animals."
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Some nodded in agreement, their eyes glinting with anticipation, while others shifted uneasily, their doubts evident.
"What about the risks?" another rogue spoke up, his tone laced with hesitation. "I heard stories about this kind of magic... that it demands something in return."
